David Wood (07 April 1950 / London)
Sonnet 76: Excalibur
Who on earth could put that sword from that stone
Many had tried but all failed in their quest
But one man did when he was all alone
When all other knights had tried their very best.
And Excalibur entered history
In the hand of Arthur with all his knights
In times of tales, fables and mystery
When men were jousting days and feasting nights.
But Arthur in battle to him forsake
And he did die a hero’s death indeed
And Excalibur thrown into the lake
To wait until England was once more in need
Arthur and his knights are resting at peace
Excalibur’s resting too will never cease.
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